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The shadow in the hospital Echoes of Deceit
Outside the control room, the two officers stepped away from Walker, leaving him leaning weakly against the wall. The sheriff lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly, his brows furrowed in thought.“You buying his story?” the younger cop asked quietly, glancing back at Walker, who was slumped against the wall, staring blankly ahead.The sheriff took another drag, his eyes narrowing. “I don’t know yet,” he muttered, his tone heavy with doubt. “Something doesn’t add up, but…” He trailed off, watching Walker out of the corner of his eye.The younger officer folded his arms, lowering his voice. “Look at him. He’s a mess, but that doesn’t mean he’s telling the truth. That footage didn’t show any Elizabeth, and the nurses… they seem nervous, yeah, but they’re sticking to their story.”The sheriff tapped ash onto the floor, his eyes fixed on the hospital corridor. “Exactly. They’re nervous. Too nervous. Like they’re hiding something.” He turned to his partner, his expression grim. “But what if he r
The shadow in the hospital Through the Eyes of Lies
Footsteps echoed down the hallway. A young man in his forties walked in.The tension in the air thickened as Dr. Graham walked into the room, his confident strides and calm demeanor radiating professionalism. His sharp gray beard glistened under the fluorescent lights, and his eyes flickered briefly to the gathered nurses whispering at the corner. His expression darkened for just a second—just enough to catch the nurses’ attention but not the officers'.The nurses exchanged panicked glances and immediately dispersed, each of them retreating to separate tasks. Walker noticed their sudden movement and felt a flicker of hope. Did Dr. Graham suspect them too?Dr. Graham stretched out a firm hand to the sheriff. “Good day, officers,” he said with a warm smile. “I was informed that you wanted to see me. I’m Dr. Graham.”The sheriff shook his hand firmly. “Yes, Doctor. We’re trying to make sense of some things here.”Dr. Graham’s eyes settled on Walker, his expression softening. “And you mus
The shadow in the hospital The Last Thread of Sanity
Walker’s mind was a foggy battlefield, the fragments of his memory flashing like broken film reels. He gripped his head, trying to piece together what he knew. He remembered the accident—the screech of tires, the collapsing bridge, and Elizabeth’s scream as she called out, “Watch out for the bridge!”“Officer,” Walker said, his voice trembling. “My wife and I… we had an accident.”The sheriff, already irritated from their wasted time at the hospital, turned to him with a scowl. “What accident? What are you talking about now?”Walker’s memories flickered again, his voice trembling as he pointed toward the direction of the bridge. “Close to the bridge. At the end of the road.”The sheriff folded his arms, exchanging an exasperated glance with his younger partner. “This is ridiculous. We just spent hours chasing ghosts at the hospital, and now you’re telling us there’s an accident?”The younger cop smirked, leaning against the patrol car. “What next? UFOs?”Walker fumbled in his pocket a
The shadow in the hospital Beneath the White Coat
Walker slipped into the white overcoat, the fabric cool against his skin. It fit snugly—almost too perfectly—but as he glanced at himself in the reflection of a nearby window, he could see how the coat transformed him. For a brief moment, he looked the part of a doctor. But his heart hammered in his chest.Will they notice? Will they see through me?He adjusted the coat again, pulling the collar higher to obscure more of his face. His mind raced with doubts. If anyone caught him impersonating a doctor, it would all be over. The consequences would be dire—not just for him, but for Elizabeth.He took a step into the corridor, his breathing shallow. The first nurse appeared just ahead, pushing a cart laden with medical supplies. Walker’s stomach churned as she drew closer, her eyes casually scanning the hallway. His mind screamed at him to turn back, to avoid her.But running would draw attention.Just act normal. Keep moving.He lowered his head slightly, gripping the clipboard he had t
The shadow in the hospital The Nurse Who Wasn’t There
After she disappeared down the hallway, Walker emerged from the room like a shadow peeling away from the wall. He moved with deliberate caution, his breaths shallow, his heart pounding a rhythm he couldn’t control. Every step felt like walking a tightrope over a pit he couldn’t see.He knew he wasn’t wanted here. His instincts screamed at him to retreat, but the pull for answers was stronger than fear. Each step was calculated, his body pressed to the cold, sterile walls. He moved past the CCTV camera mounted near the ceiling, timing his pace to the slow sweep of its lens.The nurse turned a corner ahead, her white uniform disappearing as if swallowed by the fluorescent-lit corridor. Walker paused, pressing his back flat against the wall. He craned his neck to peek around the corner. The hallway was silent, stretching into sterile infinity. No footsteps, no rustling—only the faint hum of the overhead lights.She was gone.His pulse quickened. Had she heard him? Did she know he was fol
The shadow in the hospital The Silent Intruder
The control room was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the monitors. Two technicians sat hunched over their stations, sipping lukewarm coffee and scrolling through the countless feeds of the hospital's CCTV system. Most screens showed nothing unusual—empty hallways, closed doors, the occasional nurse moving briskly between rooms. But then, one of the technicians stiffened, his eyes narrowing at a particular screen."Hey, check this out," he said, nudging his colleague.“What?”“That guy.” He pointed at the screen, where a man in a white coat was moving through one of the restricted areas. Room 7C.The other technician squinted at the feed. The man’s movements were deliberate, his eyes darting around as though checking for something—or someone. He pressed his back against the wall at intervals, his posture tense, his head jerking quickly to avoid the cameras as he moved.“That’s… odd,” the second technician muttered, leaning closer. “Looks like he’s avoiding the cameras. Why woul
The shadow in the hospital The Silent Chase
The flat, seamless wall stared back at Walker, mocking him in its silence. He had pressed his hands against it, searching for seams, levers, or any sign of a hidden mechanism, but it refused to yield. The smooth surface was as cold and unyielding as stone. His breath came in shallow bursts, his mind racing.He had swiped the stolen premium card multiple times, angling it in every possible way, but nothing happened. No beep, no light, no movement. The wall remained indifferent, refusing him entry."This has to be it," Walker muttered under his breath, his voice taut with frustration. "Why won't it open?"He stepped back, running a hand through his hair as his eyes scanned the room again. There was nothing—no console, no panel, no sign that this was anything more than an ordinary wall. But he knew better. The nurse had vanished into it, disappearing as though the wall had swallowed her whole.The longer he stood there, the more his nerves began to fray. A thought crept into his mind, un
The shadow in the hospital The Hunt
Walker froze mid-step, his body going rigid as he heard the door to the room he had just left creak open behind him. His heart, already hammering against his ribs, seemed to stop for a second before thundering back to life. They had found him.His instincts screamed at him to run, but his mind raced with conflicting thoughts. He turned sharply, his eyes darting to the elevator ahead. Its metallic doors gleamed under the sterile fluorescent lights, a promise of quick escape—but also a potential death trap. The elevator was too slow. Too confined. If they caught him inside, there would be nowhere to hide, nowhere to fight.His gaze snapped to the stairwell door just a few feet away. His breathing hitched. It was an unknown risk, but one he could control—he hoped. He hesitated for a split second, weighing his options as the sound of boots echoed from behind.The decision was made for him when the door he had just exited burst open. A shadow moved in the periphery of his vision, and Walke
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A deal below the belt
The wind howled through the dense thicket, rustling the overgrown shrubs that concealed the entrance to Jett’s hideout. He moved swiftly through the darkness, his breath steady despite the chaos raging inside his mind. The meeting had gone south. He had signed a deal with the Crocs—one he had no choice but to accept. They had set him free after his capture, but at a cost. Now, he was bound to a contract that turned his skills against the very people he once sought to protect. He had never been a saint, but at least he had wielded his knowledge on his own terms. Now, his will was no longer his own.He reached the mouth of the cave, crouching behind a thick trunk, scanning the surroundings. He never entered without ensuring he wasn’t followed. The Crocs had him in their grip, and he knew better than to underestimate their reach. The cave was well hidden, deep in the forest where few dared to venture. Wild vines snaked over its rocky exterior, masking the entrance like nature’s own fortr
Impromptu Visit
The blaring horn of a truck shattered the quiet of the hidden apartment complex, sending a ripple of tension through Walker’s chest. His grip on the bottle he was holding tightened instinctively. His hidden apartment was not the kind of place where people paid casual visits. He stood, moving toward the window, and peered out through the blinds.Svet.The old truck driver climbed down from his truck, a large box in his hands. A gift. Walker didn’t move at first. He just stood there, watching. There was something about Svet that never sat right with him. He had saved Walker’s wife in a moment of crisis, and for that, Walker was grateful. But ever since then, Svet had been lingering too close, weaving himself into their lives. Walker had been trained to be cautious, and something about the man didn’t add up.The way Svet had pulled rank at the Daad Intercontinental Supermarket had been unsettling. One moment, a manager was embarrassing Walker, the next, Svet had shut her down with a few
Oscar’s Pursuit
The cab ride home was silent, the only sounds coming from the city as it blurred past the windows. Oscar leaned against the seat, his face pale from the blood loss. His wife, seated beside him, reached for his hand, her grip firm yet trembling. She didn’t say a word, but the worry in her eyes spoke volumes.When they arrived, she helped him out of the car, her movements swift but cautious. His legs nearly buckled beneath him, and he gritted his teeth, pushing through the pain as she supported him toward the house. The Bolt driver waited as she guided Oscar through the door before hurrying back to the car. She had to retrieve the vehicle she had left at the mall to throw off any potential followers. Their movements were calculated, deliberate. They couldn’t afford mistakes.Oscar staggered inside, his breath shallow as he made it to their bedroom. His wife helped him ease onto the bed, carefully positioning him against the pillows. Every inch of his body ached, the pain radiating from
You kept Us Waiting Forever
Walker stepped out of the hospital with Elizabeth by his side, exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. The air outside was cool, a welcome contrast to the stifling, antiseptic scent of the hospital corridors he had been trapped in for two days. His wife had given birth, but complications had delayed their discharge. The past forty-eight hours had been a blur of worry, sleepless nights, and hushed conversations with doctors.Walker had barely slept, his rest shallow and uneasy—like that of a security dog on duty. One eye closed, the other open, always alert. Elizabeth had pleaded with him to rest."Walker, please. Just three hours. I'll be fine. The nurses are here. The baby is safe."But he had shaken his head, exhaustion heavy in his bones. "I can't, Liz. I need to be here. What if something happens? I won't forgive myself.""And what if you collapse? What good will that do?" she had argued, frustration edging her voice. "I need you strong, not running on fumes."But he had
The reconnection
The car screeched to a halt. Jett barely felt the force of the stop—his body was too battered, too numb to register anything but exhaustion. The doors unlocked with a mechanical click, and one of the men in the front seat turned around, his cold, dead eyes drilling into Jett’s.“Get out.”Jett didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed the door open, dragging himself onto the pavement, his legs wobbling beneath him. He felt the weight of eyes on his back as he staggered forward, nearly falling but catching himself at the last moment. The car didn’t linger. It roared off into the night, leaving behind nothing but the acrid smell of burning rubber.He forced himself toward his apartment, each step a reminder of what he had just survived. His ribs jutted out beneath his torn shirt—he hadn't eaten real food in days. His body was an empty shell, but his mind… his mind was a storm.Jett fumbled with the key, his fingers trembling as he jammed it into the lock. The door creaked open, and he all
The Reckoning at Daad Intercontinental Supermarket
Walker stepped out of the supermarket, his arms laden with the items he had picked up for his wife in the hospital. The revolving glass doors whispered shut behind him as the cool evening breeze brushed against his face. He still couldn't wrap his head around the turn of events—one moment, he was just another customer; the next, he was humiliated, then compensated, and now, walking away with unpaid-for goods. It didn’t sit right with him, but Svet had insisted.Just as he exhaled, trying to clear his thoughts, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. A feeling of unease crept up his spine. Someone was following him.He stopped and turned.There she was.The same woman who had falsely accused him earlier, standing a short distance away, hands trembling, rubbing them together in a nervous plea. Her lips quivered, and tears streamed down her face.Walker’s expression darkened. His fingers clenched around the grocery bag."You again?" His voice was cold, edged with suspicion. "If you’re her
Final Wreck for his courage
The entire police department was in chaos.A cop had been beaten, humiliated, and left for dead in the middle of the street. The video was everywhere—circulating online, played repeatedly on news channels, dissected frame by frame by both law enforcement and the public. The image of Officer Oscar struggling, then collapsing, played like a stain on the department’s reputation.A prisoner had escaped, not just slipping through their fingers but taking a patrol car and making a mockery of them. It was a slap to the face.Inside the precinct, tempers flared.“We have checkpoints all over the city, CCTV surveillance, and an entire force dedicated to tracking this guy down!” Ramirez slammed a file onto the desk. “And yet, nothing?!”Another officer, jaws clenched, shook his head. “He’s like a damn ghost. We traced the patrol car—found it abandoned near an uncompleted building. No fingerprints, no leads, nothing.”The NYPD’s higher-ups were livid. The escapee’s face was everywhere, plastered
Looks like you owe this man an apology
The security office was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of coffee and stale authority. Walker sat in the interrogation room, his wrists still stinging from the tight handcuffs. His jaw clenched as he watched the security officers whisper among themselves, throwing him the occasional glance like he was some street rat caught in the wrong place.Outside, in the loading bay of Daad Intercontinental Supermarket, a massive steel door groaned open—the supplier's entrance, a passage reserved for trucks delivering goods straight from the seaport and airport. Svet had just finished his delivery.He stepped down from his truck, stretching his back with a groan before heading toward the security department to finalize his clearance. He wasn’t in a hurry. His work here was done, and all that remained was getting the final stamp on his delivery papers before driving off.Whistling softly, he knocked once on the security office door, then pushed it open.Inside, he slid in casually, humming
No One Is Coming For You
Jett jerked awake to the sharp sting of ice-cold water slamming against his face. His body convulsed from the shock, lungs seizing as the freezing liquid soaked into his torn clothes. The world was a blur—shadows moving, voices laughing, his breath coming in ragged gasps.Then, the fist came.A brutal strike to the ribs. Then another. Jett groaned, head lolling forward, but the pain snapped him awake. His wrists burned from the ropes cutting into them, his legs bound so tight he could barely feel them anymore.A boot slammed into his gut.He would’ve doubled over, but the ropes held him upright."That woke him up," one of the guards sneered, rolling his shoulders. The red scarf around his neck was stained with dried blood—maybe his, maybe someone else’s. Didn’t matter. These men didn’t care.Jett spat blood onto the floor.The laughter around him was casual, like they were playing cards instead of torturing a man. He could barely lift his head, but he caught glimpses—rifles slung lazi
